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Keep dreams close, love closerShh...Just hold yourself sohigh. and let your face andfingers drift to catch straydreams. that fall from the stars sosoftly. your palms will wrap themin water and fire prooffabric. so they won't get hurt orburned.Twine our gazes together likethread. so soft and intricatelywoven. Sharp pointed and fractured likeglass. Was my heart that I wanted you tofix. It hadn't broken yet, just needed somefixing up.I don't want you catching bad dreams andnightmares. Because I'm afraid they'llcontaminate you. So I'll catch them foryou.Because I don't want you to gethurt.Like I wasSomething like nothing, a long time ago.I just don't want your heartTo be fractured like mine.
Autumn disappearanceToday I wanted to disappear.Not listen to people go on and on and onNot see lies filtering through all their eyesNot feel their fingers poke and probe my secrets.I wanted to listen to the sun go on and on and onI wanted to see the wind filtering through the leavesI wanted to feel the leaf soaked grass beneath my feet.Not feel the claustrophobia surround me in clumps and gasps,I wanted to sense Autumn in the air.To do so,I had to disappear.
Winter, why?Dear Winter,I think that there is a faultIn your soft tread.Because it's still warm outside(here, anyway)The skies have cried multiple timesBut its tears aren't cold and perfect.I wish they were.
Leaves and their babiesIt's all the sameGold and tan colorLeaves and such.They've started to dieSo their mastersCan survive for themAnd their babiesWill live.Strange, isn't itThat leaf babies live in treesUntil spring.Almost like people.Still,Gold and tan leavesThat just keep hanging onAre much betterThen skinny dead branchesHolding leaf babies.Cause they're just prettier that way.
Wounded SoldiersSnow may driftLeaves fallCandles flicker against wallsKeeping warm with a delicate flame.Whispers echoAs you restDon't worry--You've done your best.So you'll be okay.
Enjoy him while you canI like life.Me and him are good friends.I guess you could call life "it"Whatever works for you.Right now life is nice to meGenerous.Betcha he's gonna whack me upside the head one dayBecause life can be a bitch.Oops.I mean bastard.But for nowI will bask in it's appreciation.
SeasonsWinter birds fly north in winterSummer birds south in summerTranquil waters that sprinkle like winterCrystalline skies that sparkle like summer.Autumn winds that carry sorrowSpring breezes that carry refreshmentLeaves that blush like sorrowBuds that sing like refreshment.Water that sprinklesSkies that sparkleLeaves that blushBuds that singThese crazy seasonsCan be compared to everything.
VaseI hate that vase.How it sits in the cornerUnfilled.Not even water takes it's airy space.That vase hates meBy how it complains of feeling "empty"And noticing that I am, too.How not a petal sits at the bottom.Not even a broken heartOr a bloodstain.That vaseThat I loatheIs empty Because there wasn't a heart to be brokenOr a flower to be placedOr water to be pouredIn the first place.
Winter LoveLove isn't hot.Well, I suppose it can be.It could be warming, like a cuddly blanketOr nuzzling up to a hot fire.But it's more like a blizzard of crystalsThat blanket all in pure white.Fog that grasps everything into it's soft hands.A whiteout.Mist in the morningClouds that cover the moon of hateAnd/or the sun of angerLike icicles that stab through the worstAnd make it through the night.Snowflakes that drift down gently like affectionSo listen to my frozen heartPunch out jagged syllables--You'll hear your name.